keep thinkin' it's sunday
well the feet are much better after dance night. i find that i am missing my son ... my friends just look at me and shake their heads at me. never freaking satisfied.
love the place though, and having Deb around is a treat.
her book boxes have now made it to the storage room - we are both doing the little happy dance. now i just need to get a hold of david so we can move the loveseat in.
and the phone isn't ringing all day.
relatively content.
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